hola everybody! guess who's back! lol soooooooooo I know I've been very very naughty with my updates but this time I have a legit excuse! my charger broke and my laptop was dead it took two weeks to get the charger by mail just to find out that my DC jack was broken .[sigh] (by the way DC jack is where you plug the charger, in case you didnt know;)) but is all good know !
many many thanks to angel897 (Thank you for your ideas for the story. we'll se what my gray matter can come up with ;) ) bologna121 (I made your day? aww stop it! you making me blush ^/^ and yes def. Romy) martshi3 (thanks for the review hope to see ya next chapter. this is for you...and everybody else ^^ ) sharky237 ( love the name ! and btw I have nooooooooo idea where jubilee's story came from it just totally sneak into my story. but hey! I'm happy that you liked it. cheers to you too p), also thank you to anybody who added the story to their fav's or the story alert. I love you too but if you review i will love you a tiny bit more. no pressure. ;)
ok so lets get this show on the road!
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Rogue's pov
I walked around the mansion a lot after breakfast. I went to every room, touched every table in the computer room, every chair in the rec room, every book in the library bookcases, every picture frame in the family room and still I was afraid that I might wake up any second.
I saw a picture that caught my attention. It was a picture taken during Christmas probably two or maybe three years ago. Mr. Summers was in that picture, and so were Ms. Gray and Professor Xavier. I was also in that picture, smiling. I picked it up and hold it closer, I could see my reflection in the glass protecting the image.
"I don't look anything like the person on the picture" I said to myself
"non, but you are still tres belle"
The voice was so close to me that I felt like my bones jumped out of my skin. I turned around real fast dropping the picture at the same time. In one swift motion he reached out and grabbed it before the picture hit the ground.
"excuse moi. I did not mean to scare you" he said sounding sincere. I felt very stupid because I was just looking at him unable to utter one word.
He looked to the picture on his hand - I couldn't help but to follow his gaze- then back at me. He inched a little closer and I felt like my body was reacting without my consent. My eyes closed, my breath ragged, my lips parted. I could feel his breath on my ear. My body felt warm. Then his breath left my ear, and I opened my eyes. I realized he was just putting the picture back in its place, on the table behind me.
He was looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his. Wait..beautiful eyes? What's wrong with you girl! I think he could see my inner battle in my face because he just smiled at me. It looked like… satisfaction? Now, that got me mad.
"What you smiling about?" I said crossing my arms which only cause his smile to turn into a full-on grin.
"It just seems like I keep crossing paths with you this way" he said also crossing his arms. Of course I couldn't help but to notice how this new posture made his biceps look bigger, especially with that tight black t-shirt that looked like it couldn't hold all his muscles in.
"And what the hell does that means?" I said not letting the biceps distract me any longer.
"It means that every time I see you, you are talking to yourself chere. Some people have been called crazy for doing just that petite"
"What's it to ya?"
"Oh, it's nothing bad I just think is cute, that's all" Now he put his hands on his front pockets and smirks while he leans a little closer. Damn he's making it hard to focus!
"Cute is the mark I'm going to leave on your pretty face if you don't back off" I said between clenched teeth. His smirk turned into a smile. Wow he has a pretty smile. Then again, I just threaten with knocking the day light out of him and he smiles? Maybe he has a death wish.
He takes his hands out of his pockets and places them at each side of me supporting his weight on the table behind efficiently trapping me. I'm not liking this…ok who am I kidding. I LIKE THIS! What's wrong with me!
"You mean that chere?" His voice wasn't above a whisper.
"What? You think I can't beat you up? I might look small but I can pack a punch Cajun." Yeah I didn't convince myself either. Might have something to do with the fact that my voice was just as low as his or maybe that my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. Take your pick.
He gave a deep throaty laugh and I felt my heart beet to the rhythm of the resonance on his chest.
"Oh I don't doubt that chere." He looked me up and down, I felt naked under his gaze "But I was referring to the other part"
"What? You lost me Cajun."
"You know. That part where you said that you think I have a pretty face"
O shit, shit, shit! Did I really say that! I played that stupid sentence in my head and then closed my eyes in shame. I did say it. Ugh! I blame the biceps!
He laughed again and backed off. I think he was giving me space because my face was so read he probably thought I was going to explode.
"It's ok chere you are not the first nor will you be the last. Now I have to say I would have chosen a better word like: sexy or mysterious or handsome. Never pretty. Nope that never had really crossed my mind when describing myself" He was scratching his chin again.
"Wait a second. All this time you've been giving me the third degree for talking to myself while you mister.." I said while jabbing my finger to his chest, which by the way was very firm. "Sit alone in your room thinking of adjectives to describe yourself? Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black"
He started laughing again. I notice that I liked the way he laughed, it was just so full of live and rich and sincere. It brought a smile to my face.
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. Giving me a lite kiss
"If act like a foul man is what I have to do to get that smile more often, then I don't mind being called crazy more often"
"You really are crazy Swamp Rat." I meant to say it like an insult but the smile just wouldn't leave my face.
"Then maybe we are one of a kind River Rat." He gave my hand another quick kiss and headed to the door.
"What you doing kid?" I turned to look at the familiar voice.
"Nothing Logan. You?"
"I'm just going to fix my bike. You look happy" He looked at me suspiciously. I bet he could smell the spices and cigarettes trail that Remy had left behind.
"Do I?" I knew he wasn't going to buy my innocent expression. So he resorted to nodding his head instead.
"Want to help me fix the bike?" I knew he was going to change the subject. That's my Wolverine, jump of the statue of liberty for me, but hell if he will sit with me and talk about feeling.
"Sure thing grumpy man" I walked to his side and we walked together to the garage.
"I want you to get up real early tomorrow morning" I looked at him suspiciously but he wouldn't turn to look at me. That made me more nervous.
"Why" I said dragging the word. I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer.
"You have a danger room session whit me kid"
"What?" he was smirking!
"You have to get up your ass and do something around here kid. Is either the danger room or clean the horses' shit"
"I take the horse shit any day" I said crossing my arms and sticking my lower lip out.
He finally stopped in his tracks to look at me. "Who is the grumpy one now?"
I laughed and link my arm through his looking at him straight to his eyes. "I really missed you old man, and I'll make you happy and take the stupid DR session with you" I looked I him while batting my eyelashes "I know you really doing it to spend more time with me"
"[Sigh] you have no idea kid"
I looked at the floor. I felt my eyes fill with happy tears and thought that he might not realized that he said that out loud or that I heard it. I got a little closer to him now using my right hand to hold on to the arm I already had on my left.
"[Sigh] let's fix that bike ok?"
"Kid who you trying to impress. Everybody knows I fix the bike you just hand me tools."
"Hey!"
We kept on walking to the garage just talking about safe things. I had never notice how much I really was like Logan. Maybe it's because I have absorbed him so much in the past or maybe is because I use to follow him like his shadow. Maybe it had nothing to do with Logan and maybe it had more to do with the fact that all I did in London was talk about my feelings. I might act like Logan but I didn't think like Logan. My proof: I had absolutely no idea of what he was planning to do in that DR session. Does he know about what happened in Europe? Or does he know what happened in my room. The incident when I popped his claws? I really don't want to do that DR session. Maybe I should take on cleaning horse poop. I little stink never killed anybody. Now the danger room had a more dubious reputation.
tada! I know is not to long but I thougt "hey!, let give my computer a good welcome and actually use it to write !" yeah I talk to myself a lot. weiiiiiiiiird
but anyways show love and I might be cure! jk
hope to read from ya and see ya next chapter!